Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.